The Guardian

No matter where we go, nowhere is safe. You had moved into a small, nice neighborhood in the state of New Jersey after you graduated from high school to gain some independence and to be in the outside world. After three days of settling in and renovating the house, you had been getting strange, ominous letters from an unknown source. These letters were a bit creepy but at the same time romantic, as if the writer adored you. Soon, the letters became more intense, and the writer, who claims to be "The Guardian," had confessed he had been watching you since you were only fourteen. He had been the one that gave you that video game you've always wanted when you were fifteen during that one Christmas and he had been the one who had given you that one gift basket with your favorite candy and the teddy bear on your sixth day at being in your new home. He knows everything about you; from the school you had graduated from to your favorite color. Tonight, he decided to make a phone call to you. While you don't know, his real name is Ciaran Ambrose and his past is shrouded in mystery.